"I need somebody with staying power who will make me go weak in the knees."

[rockstarblood]

Who: rockstarblood and couturejourno
What: Girls just wanna have fun...
Where: Girl Nation NYC
When: Thursday Night
Rating: Probably high

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[couturejourno]

Leslie had spent a good portion of the day at Dani's, being coached through some of what the prosecution was probably going to throw at her. It was fucking exhausting, if she were honest, and intense. Not to mention that Dani had felt like shit and been sick a good portion of the evening. She was going to have to tell Puck and Benny, and before long, everybody else would know anyway. It was a lot of drama, and a ton of fucking stress, and if she were honest, she needed to get away from it, get to a bar, and, if all went well, get her drink on and get laid. It had been a while, and she'd been pulling responsible duty way too long.

So that was what brought her to Girl Nation, where she was surrounded by hot girls of every kind, from the most butch to the most bitch, and this? This was her scene. She walked over to the bar, where the bartender was a particularly good looking dyke she'd fucked a time or two, and ordered a Malibu and cranberry juice. Bitch drink to the max, but she wanted something sweet.

And speaking of something sweet, there was a hell of a hot girl a little way down the bar. She wasn't Leslie's type by any stretch, but even from where she was at the bar, Les could see that the chick had green eyes. And for all her usual attraction to chicks who had their testosterone on, there was something about green eyes that got her every time. With a smirk, she walked over to the girl, leaning back onto the bar as she looked her over rather blatantly. "Hi," she said, quickly regaining the confidence that a full day of being coached on being ripped apart in public had taken from her. "You wanna dance?"

[rockstarblood]

"Hey, love," Kat greeted the other woman with a smile, no hiding her broad Londoner accent. She couldn't even if she wanted to. She sucked at accents. She tried an American one once, and Blaine nearly wet his pants laughing at her. It's not like his attempt at an English one was any better. She gave the woman a quick once-over and immediately met with approval. She was quite hot. More skinny than Kat usually went for, but that was okay. It wasn't like she had unwavering tastes anyway.

She gave a nod, returning the playful smile. "The name's Kat. And you?" she asked and pushed away from the bar, downing her drink in one go so she could set the empty glass back down. Dancing with a drink was always too awkward and it lost you the use of one hand. She liked having the luxury of both at her disposal.

[couturejourno]

Lucky thing Les was a sucker for accents. Her first girlfriend had been a French exchange student, and since then, foreign accents had always done it for her in all the right ways. Finishing her own drink, she set it aside as well, grinning at the other woman. "Leslie... Or Les. Pleasure to meet you, Kat." The music was thumping with with a beat that was encouraging all the girls on the floor to get their bump and grind on, and Les loved dancing anyway.

Once they'd found a little pocket in the crowd where they could fit and dance comfortably, Les moved closer to the other woman, her hand coming up easily to rest on Kat's hip, pulling her just a bit closer to lean in and speak to her. The music was pretty damn loud, and it required close proximity to carry on a conversation. "What brings you to New York City?" she asked. "Been here a while, or are you new? I've never seen you here before."

[rockstarblood]

Kat's hands rested comfortably on Leslie's hips, and she gave her another indulgent smile as they moved together with the music. The dancefloor was packed and Kat had heard a lot of things about this place when she was scoping out the New York scene via connections. It wasn't like it was the first time she had been in New York, but it was the first time she was getting the chance to really establish herself as a local here. "The pleasure's all mine, honey," she returned.

"My job. The boss relocated here, so I had to come-with technically. Only, I've just officially moved in the last month or so. Up until then, I was commuting back and forth for jobs. When it came obvious he was here to stay, there was no sense me lingering back in the old country. I miss it. Love it. It'll always be home, but here is where I need to be and I'm used to shifting around anyway. I've done it my whole life. New York isn't foreign by any means. As to right here, this is my first time on this stamping ground, but the reputation speaks for itself. It was either here, or that place that had beds instead of tables. Gotta admit that intrigued me," she said with a smirk.

[couturejourno]

"You have gorgeous eyes," Les said easily. It wasn't really flattery or even necessarily an attempt to get into the other woman's pants, although that was the eventual plan. It was just a statement of fact. Leslie's job was to praise beautiful things or hate on things that were less than beautiful in printed form. So pointing out the fact that Kat's eyes were stunning was a natural for her as saying hello.

"Commuting from the UK?" Well that sounded like one more hell of a commute. "Must be some boss you work for, babe," she said easily, still keeping time to the music as her hands slid up from Kat's hips to her waist to hold her just that bit more firmly against her body. "It happens. I do a lot of travelling with my job, but I haven't lived anywhere but the City since college. I love it here. Ah, BED New York... It's an excellent choice... or was. It's closed now. Although, regardless of going there or coming here, there's always a damn good chance of ending up in a bed that's not yours," she teased, raising her hands over her head as she danced, making the skin-tight leather tank top she was wearing slide up to reveal a pretty significant amount of skin between the bottom of it and the top of the form-fitting Hummelesque jeans she wore. A little more forward when her hands moved back to the other woman, she let one hand rest on her ass, and the fingertips of the other stroke gently against the skin of her back under her jacket and top.

[rockstarblood]

Kat laughed and raised her eyebrows. "Thanks, love. That's sweet of you to say. Got my dad's eyes. Thankfully, I don't quite use them to nab the level of pussy he does, but I'm not exactly opposed to the notion," she said with a wink.

She gave a succinct nod as she swept her hair off her face and tucked it behind her ear. "My boss is priceless. Quite unlike any other guy and very, very special. He deserves the hard work. Actually, he's a close friend. We just all tease him calling him boss. He technically is, but he's also technically not. We're more like a team. He only pulls rank on us when he's really, really pissed off. Which takes a lot for him." She scrunched her nose a little with a tilt of her head. "No, no. That's not the place. It's some other club that still holds bed nights once a week or something. It's not a constant thing. I'll have to look it out. Maybe someone was just giving me the bum steer. It wouldn't be the first time. And really not opposed to ending up in beds that aren't mine. In fact, I quite favour it," she added with a slow gyrating of her hips to pressed up against Leslie with purpose.

[couturejourno]

Les grinned. "Things of beauty are kind of my line of work," she said easily, "So your dad's a player... Nothing wrong with that. Ah, I think you far underestimate yourself, sweets... I'm relatively sure any pussy in this place would count herself lucky to be nabbed by you," she shot back, returning the wink.

God, but the London accent was hot as hell, and Leslie could listen to the other girl talk all night, but there were other equally awesome uses she could probably come up with for her mouth... "Well, he sounds worthy of a trans-Atlantic relocation, then. It's pretty great when you can work with a friend like that, as long as you can find that medium, that is." Les tried to remember, then snapped her fingers. "Right! The Duvet Lounge... I think I went there once... It's okay... Not as nice as it sounds, though." One perfectly arched brow rose in amusement. "Is that so?" she asked, grinding right back against Kat. "Well... I know where there's a damn good bed, if you're looking for one to use for a bit this evening..." With a little smirk, she leaned close and pressed a hot kiss to Kat's lips.

[rockstarblood]

Kat just laughed and then rested her tongue between her teeth. "My dad, you could say, is a bit of an old school celeb back home. He was a rockstar in his prime throughout the late seventies and eighties. It's not so much as he's a player as he gets pussy flung at him no matter what he does, even these days. My mum died when I was a baby, so he got saddled with him. It did tame him a little because he got his protective daddy routine happening, but he still indulges in the lifestyle. Once a rocker, always a rocker and all that."

She couldn't deny the fact she always had at least a little portion of her brain allocated to thinking about Blaine and worrying about him lately. She was yet to meet the infamous Kurt. She had been present for band gigs as needed, but with Blaine ill, they hadn't been on the menu which was why she lingered in England a little longer. Now she was hear and Blaine was still loved up and shacked up with his other half. Kat just hoped the situation kept working out for him. He deserved it. He loved that guy with his whole heart, and it was no secret with their entourage. Blaine had told them in their early days as a team that he still loved his high school sweetheart. They learnt over the years that that wasn't just a passing phase either. "He is worth it, for sure. It's not just a job, it's my life. I wouldn't change it for the world. And seriously? Damn. I'll scratch that off the Bucket List and add that place wherever it is that's all made of ice."

The kiss lingered and Kat intensified it by slinging an arm around Leslie's neck and pulling her closer. It wasn't like they were the only ones on the dancefloor making out. "Is that an offer, gorgeous?"

[couturejourno]

"Oh, wow," Les replied. She was duly impressed. Granted, a lot of girls had crazy stories about their parents or who the last celebrity they'd fucked was, but this didn't seem like a crazy story. Kat seemed genuine, and Leslie couldn't help believing her. "So daddy's little girl grew up surrounded by rock stars?" she guessed. "And learned the lifestyle from the genuine article. Sounds exciting, babe."

"That says a lot. I do a lot of travelling with my job, too. I wish I got to do even more, but it sort of operates on a schedule, if that makes sense. I get to, but usually only at certain times of the year." The music kept pulsing, and Les was having a good time. This was an unexpected, but awesome turn of events. Not that Leslie hadn't thought she had a decent shot at taking someone home tonight, but she hadn't expected someone quite like Kat, and it was, ironically, a pleasant surprise. Not that she was going to spend the night cuddling with her and making plans for forever, because that totally wasn't Leslie's scene. But she was well and truly going to get laid if she could help it, and she had no doubts that this girl knew her way around lesbian sex.

As Kat's arm pulled Leslie deeper into the kiss, Les's hand planted firmly on the small of the other woman's back and pressed her that much closer, pausing to catch her breath as the kiss ended. "Mmmhmm," Les replied with a nod, eyebrow raised in question. "Definitely an offer... Unless you're having so much fun here you couldn't dream of leaving or something," she added playfully.

[rockstarblood]

Kat snickered, her eyes shining with a streak of mischievousness that was ever-present to come to the forefront when necessary. It was the British humour in her, and spending time with a bunch of nuts like the band that did it. Blaine wasn't entirely a serious rockstar. He could rock out like nothing else, but he was very versatile in his music at the end of the day and his concerts were always mix. So, it wasn't just being rocky and serious, there was the fun side of the whole thing too. "Oh, like you wouldn't believe, darling," she responded with a smile.

"So, what sort of work are you in? This is the Big Apple, I'm pretty sure you could be anything from a window-washer to an official BJ giver of rich people. Personally, I've never been in the favour of paying for it. Never needed to." She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket then with some sort of message or another, but she ignored it for now. She knew it was safe to ignore the first buzz. It was the second or third she would always check, just in case Blaine had done another floor-plant and was on his way to the hospital or something. Lately, his health had been so precarious, the band always knew to never ignore the second or third messages ever.

Her hands slipped down to Leslie's ass and she gave it a squeeze. "So, show me the way and I just might very well follow. I always leave, babe, otherwise, how will anyone ever miss me?"

[couturejourno]

This was seriously the most fun Leslie had had in she couldn't remember how long. Kat was hot, and a lot of fun to be around, and that accent was still doing all kinds of things to her to top it all off. "Sounds like a lot more fun than growing up in small-town Connecticut," she teased.

"Oh, definitely not giving BJs for cash, babe," she replied, her nose scrunched in disgust. "I don't think there's enough money in the world to make me put a cock in my mouth. Ever. I'm a card carrying member of the Dyke Brigade." She laughed with a shake of her head. "No, I'm a journalist... I write for Vogue. It's sort of my dream career, and I've been lucky enough to get it at a young age, so it's kind of amazing. What about you? Besides traveling around with the greatest boss ever?"

A naughty smirk spread over Leslie's lips as she gave the other girl a slight nod, pulling just out of her reach with a taunting glance before she made her way to the door and stepped out into the night air, turning to look over her shoulder and see if the other woman was behind her.

[rockstarblood]

Kat only paused briefly at the bar to get a bottle of vodka for the road, handing over more than enough cash to cover it with a generous tip as she winked at the cute waitress serving here. She grabbed up the bottle and pushed away from the bar again and gave Leslie an amused look. "I'm going to go with a yes on that, only because I have no idea what it would be like growing up like that beyond what I saw on Gilmore Girls, and to be honest? The younger chick always sounded so goddamn bored with everything in general. She wasn't exactly a pin-up for that lifestyle. Give me hard and fast London any day. I'll take New York as a close second."

"I don't mind a cock or two. Depends on my mood. I guess you could call me versatile. I'm a bass guitarist with a band. Vogue, huh? Big times right there. I don't read it much myself, but my boss would be more the sort to indulge, especially these days..." Considering who his other half was and all that. "But you're a writer. That's impressive."

They stepped out onto the sidewalk and the chilled air hit Kat in the face. She was just uncapping the bottle of vodka when her phone gave the second buzz of doom. "Ah shit. I need to check that," she explained apologetically, but still took a healthy swallow from the bottle as she dug her phone from the tight pocket of her leather pants.

[couturejourno]

"Boring as shit is how it is," Leslie announced with a grin of amusement. "I'd rather be here... New York is my home, honestly. I could never go back to being a small-town girl a la Journey. I need to be surrounded by constant activity, or I get bored." Her lips twitched in a little smirk. "Oh, I'll give you hard and fast," she teased with a hint of challenge in her tone.

"More for you, gorgeous," Leslie replied with a grin. "Oh, really? I've... kinda got a thing for musicians. Yep, Vogue. It's an awesome job, and I get to work with great people and meet great people with a ton of talent, so it's pretty incredible."

Les stepped to the edge of the sidewalk, holding out her hand to stop a taxi, though most of the ones going by were occupied, and nothing stop. "Go ahead," she replied, waiting until Kat had her phone out of her pocket to step in behind her, slipping her arms around the other woman's waist and pulling her body back against her as she pressed kisses to her neck. Hopefully this message wasn't all that important.

[rockstarblood]

"Oh, and what sort of musicians do you have a thing for, huh?" Kat challenged and flashed Leslie a bright grin. She got her phone out and read the messages. They were from Elliot. What did that haemorrhoid want and why was he bothering her on a potentially hot and spontaneous date? But still, anything from the posse could still be a Batcall, so she brought the messages up. The first one simply said check ur fb wall asap. She gave a slight tilt of her head. Why the fuck would she want to bother with Facebook right now?

She gave a tiny huff of annoyance and nearly ignored the second message. Clearly it wasn't a Batcall and clearly everyone was okay. It was no immediate demands for her to make her way to a medical facility ASAP. But she gave a long-suffering roll of her eyes and opened the second message... make sure ur sitting down. Okay, now that had her attention. It took a hell of a lot to shock Kat and Elliot knew that. If he was telling her to sit down, this could be heavy.

She quickly brought Facebook up on her iPhone, taking another swing from the vodka bottle while she turned her head into Leslie's nuzzling. But that turned out to be a mistake. As soon as she got to her wall, there it was... right there in all its glory and Kat spat out the mouthful of vodka in shock with a loud and abrasive shout of, "Oh my fucking god! What the very actual fuck?! MARRIED! HE FUCKING GOT MARRIED!"

[couturejourno]

"Hmmmm..." Leslie hummed as if deep in thought on that particular question. "Really hot chick rockers, for one," she replied playfully. "Especially ones in tight leather pants." She felt the irritated reaction from the other woman at the first text, and brought her hands down to settle on Kat's hips while she waited. Her body swayed slowly to the music she could still hear from inside the club was Kat continued fiddling with the phone.

Her kisses were moving downward to the juncture where Kat's neck met her shoulder when the rocker spat a mouthful of vodka out and let loose with a string of confusing, yet hilariously amusing profanity. "W... Wait, what? Who's married? What are you..." Fuck. Leslie was hit very quickly with the feeling that this night wasn't going to end up where she thought it was going. "Is everything okay?"

[rockstarblood]

"My boss! My fucking boss! That tiny wee devious little Hobbit fucker! You can't just up and get married without telling anyone and then post it up on Facebook without so much as a heads-up! Oh my fucking god! If his head wasn't so dodgy, I would smoosh it into squishy surface and mess his hair up forever!" Kat growled in frustration as she started to pace back and forth on the sidewalk.

Her boots clicked on the concrete and it took a good few paces before she stopped to look at her screen again, stabbing her finger against it again to light it up. The screen illuminated her face and she gazed at the relationship status change with an irritated sigh, but as she looked at the photos underneath it that automatically flashed up with the connection, she knew she couldn't stay mad. "Goddamnit. Why does he have to have those fucking Eyes? Why does the other half have to be so fucking gorgeous? I want to be furious are the wee shite!" She growled softly again, throwing her hands up and looking at Leslie with a hint of sheepishness. "Sorry. Just... a tiny little bit of a shock right here. That little piece of shit of married! I wanted to see him get married!"